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mayfield_rpg2012-05-19 09:59 pm
sleepwalked) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-05-19 09:59 pm
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02. tunes & moves
[A: the record store / action / PREVIOUS THREADERS]
[ For anyone she has spoken with about parties, she was waiting for them to show up. She saw them around a few times and decided to finally throw an offer of meeting up at the local record store.
She was planning on finding a nice selection of music for a party she hopefully would be able to work into her not-busy schedule. Her day-planner was 365 pages of empty. Roxy was simply flipping through the selection, waiting anxiously because jesus fuck, anything was better than playing hopscotch with the neighbors kids again. ]
[B: the record store / action / STRANGERS WELCOMED]
[ For any people Roxy hadn't spoken to about a party, she was just a normal blonde girl busying herself while looking through the stacks of records. She doesn't stand out much; her blond hair in loose curls and only a striped scarf abnormally hanging from her neck. It wasn't until she would speak up in disbelief, rolling her eyes in an annoyed fashion. ]
Does anyone know where the hell some sweet tunes are? Don't know if I'm blind or missing the non-stupid section. I doubt 'The Andrew Sisters' are dropping the base or anything like that.
[C: burger bonaza / action / STRANGERS WELCOMED]
[ What she wouldn't give for something cooked! Scrounging up her lunch money, she threw away the silly ham and cheese sandwiches for a chance at something good. Something American, like she read in those shitty novels her Mother wrote. A double quarter pounder with cheese was non-existent, but a Big Bonzo Burger was.
Too bad that Roxy found herself in the place was full of people on a Saturday night. She was bumping into people left and right while waiting for a table to become available. If this was what the low-class place was like, she could only imagine how roomy the snobby lounges were. ]
[ For anyone she has spoken with about parties, she was waiting for them to show up. She saw them around a few times and decided to finally throw an offer of meeting up at the local record store.
She was planning on finding a nice selection of music for a party she hopefully would be able to work into her not-busy schedule. Her day-planner was 365 pages of empty. Roxy was simply flipping through the selection, waiting anxiously because jesus fuck, anything was better than playing hopscotch with the neighbors kids again. ]
[B: the record store / action / STRANGERS WELCOMED]
[ For any people Roxy hadn't spoken to about a party, she was just a normal blonde girl busying herself while looking through the stacks of records. She doesn't stand out much; her blond hair in loose curls and only a striped scarf abnormally hanging from her neck. It wasn't until she would speak up in disbelief, rolling her eyes in an annoyed fashion. ]
Does anyone know where the hell some sweet tunes are? Don't know if I'm blind or missing the non-stupid section. I doubt 'The Andrew Sisters' are dropping the base or anything like that.
[C: burger bonaza / action / STRANGERS WELCOMED]
[ What she wouldn't give for something cooked! Scrounging up her lunch money, she threw away the silly ham and cheese sandwiches for a chance at something good. Something American, like she read in those shitty novels her Mother wrote. A double quarter pounder with cheese was non-existent, but a Big Bonzo Burger was.
Too bad that Roxy found herself in the place was full of people on a Saturday night. She was bumping into people left and right while waiting for a table to become available. If this was what the low-class place was like, she could only imagine how roomy the snobby lounges were. ]
no subject
Uhm... you're not... are you?
If you are you probably shouldn't be drinking.
no subject
No way, unless I'm the Virgin Roxy in this place.
[ She waves him off a bit. ]
Just metaphysical, m'friend.
[ Metaphorical? no, physical is good in this context ]
Just saying we're practically boned here and if we get boned any harder, might as well give me the spawn of satan.
[ Le sign, she simply rolls her eyes. ]
no subject
Uh... well... just be careful okay.
[He hands her the record, quick to change the subject]
Do you want more music like that? Or do you want to have different kinds playing?
this is lateee!!
That sounds great. Just lay all the music on me. Alllll of 'em.
I want to make sure there is some variety, ya, but not too much, since people just wanna have fun, girls AND boys included.
no subject
[He takes out the first record his hand finds]
Well, neither of us know what we're doing. Taking things at random is probably just as effective as trying to find something decent.